Since the day we broke up i kept wondering about you. How are you doing, what’s like to live without me, because honestly, i don’t even remember how it was to exist without you. I’m still not sure i made the right decision back then, but i keep telling myself that you are happier, and that’s all that matters. Because you are, aren’t you? You look happier with her. She’s exactly like you, and nothing like me. Maybe that’s why you like her so much. But i asure you, she won’t love you like i did, in fact, no one will feel the same way i felt about you. And you’ll see that. And then you’ll come back. But it will be too late. She will not be there and neither will i. Maybe i disappointed you but there were a lot of reasons why i needed to end things, even if i can’t remember them now. I was so hurt that it seemed like the only solution. I wish we could figure things out but i guess we just weren’t suposed to be. And that’s okay. That’s life.
Better off without you